I slept in. The girls got up and joined in one of the Sport Vital Hotel's morning constitutionals up a steep green hill.
We met for breakfast. Me with my glass of orange juice followed by a glass of champagne (oh, come on! It's buffet and I was on holiday!), and the girls just back from their mountain walk. Their stories convinced me to wander the green hills later that day.
But first, we had a lunch date that was a walk for some of the really keen locals with special hiking boots and fancy, graphite-and-magic walking sticks, but a drive uphill for us.
Grieralm is a pretty spot with a nice pub for lunch. Speckknoedel Suppe had become our yardstick measure of fine Austrian dining, and I really loved the one at Tuxer Fernerhaus on the glacier, but the one at Grieralm pub was pretty moreish too! This is not it, in the picture….
There is the prettiest dam next to the pub…
Complete with mega-fauna (I'm not great with large and flighty animals)
That afternoon, before the girls joined in their yoga class and I sat on the balcony with a glass of chocolate liqueur, I walked, with them and my camera, up the mountain across from the hotel. Not too far to be unpleasant. Just to enjoy the scenery.
Yes,
we did yodel.
Makes me smile!
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